Ode to the Junk Mail folder

It was with anticipation,

that I checked every hour,

would I get THAT email,

or would it all turn sour?

I knew that I had passed.

I had it clear on paper.

But when the email didn't arrive,

my dreams, they turned to vapor.

So it was with heavy heart,

that I started my investigation,

searching through my junk mail folder

holding high, my expectation.

That an email would validate,

my years of working hard.

That my study would be over,

that I could use M. Ed (TL) on my business card.

And there it was sitting,

with [SPAM] in the subject line.

The email I had been waiting for.

Graduation would be mine.

Margaret Lawson (c) 2014